This thing called love,
Innocent and guilty,
Free and debt,
Strong and weak,
Happiness and tears.

A mystery to me,
Devouring my true nature,
And turning me into a simple being.

Is it what we feel,
Or what we design our hearts to desire?
Right now, I feel betrayed and left out,
Wondering why it hurts so badly.

Why is my heart both heavy and light?
When I try to do the right thing,
Nothing seems to work, day and night.

Why do people mock and deceive?
Why can't they see the beauty in my heart?
This feeling, my body can't take anymore.
This feeling inside is bigger than mere words,
A burning, wide flame,
Yet cold and lukewarm, hard to tame.

I'm lost, unable to control,
Afraid of becoming colder still.
Your words, I don't see,
Your voice, too shallow to understand.

This thing called love, not for the weak-hearted.
I'll stay calm and mute, if possible,
Though feeling numb,
Trying to make sense of it all, somehow.

I'm not waiting for your love.
When the boat of the lost comes,
I'll sail along.
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How charming can a bottle of wine and a glass be,
For living my best life? The grape is small and gentle,
Harmless, yet it can turn into something profound.

In my hand, I hold a grape, always welcome.
On the bed, I'm the little thing that crawls down your chest gently.
Same me, in the middle of your lips, a call of deduction.

When you smash me with your feet, extract my juice, and store me,
I still ferment to your taste.

I'm a therapist when you've been in moody situations.
Happy mood! You bought me to celebrate.
Bad mood, here I come. Perfect for that beat of tears.

You need me to get over a divorce,
To celebrate your good news.
Is somebody dead? You'll need more than a bottle.

I can be your comfort when you need me,
And also be trouble.

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